Friday, April 6, 2012

A thousand percent crazy.

The walk is imperceptible. The walk to beauty. The walk to real, brave artistry.
And it is a walk because you never arrive and that's part of the obsession. The obsession with making things. Beautiful and meaningful things. Words and sentences and songs that are my own and not regurgitated from schooling.

I am crazy. Not even a little crazy, but totally and completely one thousand percent crazy. I wish I could let my life reflect that instead of kindly and calmly putting on normal clothes, attending classes and doing my homework like a normal person, and calmly moving on with my life, day after day.
I want to be wild.

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I should just let you know...This blog is my writing, and that's it.Perspectives from a female, middle class twentysomething. Recently married music education college student. Residing in Provo, Utah. These things color these words, but before I was all of those things I was a human,so that's who I am here.

Welcome to my blog!It's pretty much devoid of snazzy pictures and documentation of what I've eaten in the last 48 hours.It's my space to ache for substance in the world.